50 And A Month lyrics

in my time of dying all i`ve grown to be

english can`t define these feelings

i keep waiting

there`s a strange time called trying that`s vague like us

i can always try harder which means i never try enough



my mind is always crying

concentration, saturation

an aquaintance is so naive

or just a blind soul



fifty and a month

is so long for some



understanding becomes my snair

the harder i struggle, the more confined i become

does quanity stop at empty

does quanity stop with you



fifty and a month

is just a blink for me



fifty and a month